![]() ![]() Then she kissed her hand to Glew, the dim, faraway true sun of the purebred eiree. She dipped her head and knees in a curtsey to her celestial audience. Rainbird rose up on her toes, spun, leapt high and proud like a horse, and landed perfectly. Her oversized lungs pulled in the thin cold air. Her long-toed bare feet skimmed the bumpy bone of the sunway, worn smooth and glittering by centuries of inspection. Under the thick thirdhand fabric, her wings whispered, satin-starch-slither. Her trench coat, too large and shabby, smelling of cigar smoke and mothballs, flapped around her. Rainbird danced on the sunway to the singing of uncountable stars, music that only she could hear. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations in reviews. This e-book is licensed for your enjoyment only. Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2012 by Rabia Gale. Rainbird is a fantasy novella of about 31,000 words. High above the ground, Rainbird is safe, as long as she does her job, keeps her head down, and never ever draws attention to herself.īut one act of sabotage is about to change everything. To the other, she’s an abomination that should never have existed. ![]()
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